Eating Cheese While Rome Burns.

More cottage cheese, oh yes please

Three ducks on walls sing out of key

Rain in summer heat on concrete homes

Ivory towers invade living room TVs

Rearrange deckchairs, yes we must!

Manipulate the class wars, ya gotta look down ya beak

At another poor, tired, jobseeker sitting in the street

The times they aren't a-changing

Recession biting, no escaping

Community conflicted, divided

Unions striking, emotions raw

Inflation rampant, money tight

Tired little girl in a stained, blue dress

Drinking spoiled milk through a straw

Toffee-nosed Westminster says

"Do away with her ilk"

Ship them out, let them walk

As we hide in towers of white chalk

We'll pretend not to see the blight

Of poverty, hunger, homelessness, strife

It's all their own fault, we say behind pearly gates

We'll manipulate the class wars, determine the rates

Of who thrives and who slowly erodes

While we rearrange the deck chairs filled with our own

The bleak times are changing, but not for us all

The rain keeps on falling as some takes the fall

The TV screens flicker with empty promises

While they feast on their cottage cheese,

Oblivious, comfortable, aiming to please

Their pig iron dreams, not hear their pleas

Yes more cheese we can eat

As we croon our off-key ode to the elite!